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Hafiz held her hand tightly as he guided her out of the party as if he couldn’t risk losing her. As if she might break away. He was striding to the elevators that would whisk them to her apartment when he abruptly turned and pulled her into a shadowy corner.
It had been too long. He wasn’t going to wait anymore. He pressed her back against the corner and braced his arms against the walls, trapping her. “Show me how much you missed me.”
* * *
Lacey didn’t hesitate and claimed Hafiz’s mouth with hers. The one touch, one kiss, was all it took for the numbness to disappear. Her skin tingled, her heart pounded against her chest, and blood roared in her ears as she violently came back to life.
She still couldn’t believe it. Hafiz had come for her. He chose her over his fiancée and his duty. Over his country. He chose her.
Lacey pulled away and stared at Hafiz. She searched his face, noticing how much he had changed in a month. His features were harsher, the lines and angles more pronounced. The sexual hunger in his eyes was ferocious.
She trembled with anticipation and grabbed his jacket lapels. Hafiz wrapped his hands around her waist and ripped off her sarong. He tossed it on the ground with an impatience she’d never seen in him.
She knew Hafiz was almost out of his mind with lust. He was desperate to touch her. To taste her. She understood this driving need, but the intensity was almost painful. She felt as if she could explode from it.
Hafiz pushed the bikini top away and exposed her breasts. They felt heavy under his hot gaze. Lacey almost wept as Hafiz captured one tight nipple in his mouth. She raked her fingers through his hair, encouraging him closer.
Lacey gasped at the primal, almost savage way he stripped her bikini bottoms from her hips. She could tell that his control was slipping. He couldn’t hold back. This reunion was going to be hard, fast and furious.
She couldn’t believe she had this power over him. That they had this power over each other. Lacey liked how his fingers shook as he tore the flimsy piece of fabric from her trembling legs. She bit her lip when he roughly cupped her sex.
“Now,” she muttered. “I need you in me now.”
Hafiz didn’t follow her demands. Instead he dipped his fingers into her wet heat. Lacey panted hard as her flesh gripped him tight and drew him in deeper.
As Hafiz stroked her with his fingers, Lacey pressed her mouth shut to prevent a throaty moan from escaping. They were hidden as the party continued around them. No one could hear them, no one could see, but old habits died hard. She couldn’t risk being discovered, but she couldn’t bear the idea of stopping.
Lacey dove her hands under his shirt and slid her fingers along his hot, flushed skin. She wanted to rip his clothes off his perfect body, but that would take too much time. She smiled when his breath hitched in his throat as his muscles bunched under her touch. He countered with the flick of his finger inside her. She shuddered as the fiery sensations swept through her body.
“Now, Hafiz. I can’t wait any longer.” She heard the metallic sound of his zipper and rocked her hips with impatience. She gulped for air and inhaled the musky scent of his arousal. Her chest ached with excitement as he lifted her up and hooked her legs over his hips.
He entered her with one smooth thrust. Hafiz’s long groan rumbled from his chest, and he didn’t move as if he was savoring this moment. His penis stretched and filled her, but Lacey couldn’t stay still. She wanted more—needed everything Hafiz had to give her. She rolled her pelvis slowly and was rewarded with a warning growl before he clenched his fingers into her hips. Hafiz withdrew and plunged into her again and again.
She eagerly accepted each wild thrust. Lacey held on to Hafiz tightly and closed her eyes as her climax forked through her. Her heart faltered as the fury rushed through, taking the last of her strength. Her mind grasped on the only thing that mattered—he had chosen her above all else.
* * *
“This bed is too small,” Hafiz complained in a murmur as he held Lacey in his arms. She lay on top of him, naked and warm. She rested her head against his chest, and he threaded his fingers through her long hair.
He was right where he wanted to be.
